When Love Breaks by Jack

He chuckled, “Jane, do you have any idea how much of my life you’ve missed?”

“How much?”

“Let’s not count the years before I found you.”

Gregory didn’t even pause before he proudly stated, “You’ve been absent for 758 days. In those 758 days, I’ve changed; I’m not the same person I was.”

I was somewhat touched, but his last sentence made me slowly type out a question mark, “Hmm?”

“I can cook now.”

He lifted his chiseled jaw, pinned me to the couch with a calm demeanor, and said, “Just wait for dinner.”

With that, he headed into the kitchen.

I leaned against the back of the couch, slightly worried, but seeing his smooth and practiced movements through the glass door, I relaxed.

I found a more comfortable position and watched his every move.

My heart felt full, wishing time could stop at this moment.

The man wore a hand-tailored white shirt, its sleeves casually rolled up to reveal his delicate wrists and toned forearms.

The shirt was tucked into his trousers, embracing his long legs. The clothes were a bit wrinkled from our earlier flirtation, adding a sense of disarray.

strangely suited

Gregory I knew had always

He was always himself.

a hand in front of my face, saying with deep meaning, “If you keep looking at me

to reality, my cheeks flushing

teasing laugh rang out, “Go on, wash

“Okay!”

by the delicious smell of dinner, and hurriedly washed my hands before sitting at

three dishes and a soup,

in surprise, “Have you been to a cooking school

“…Shut up.”

sidelong glance and served me a spicy shrimp, “Eat slowly;

“Got it.”

nodded vigorously

wanted to wash the

easier when we

let me lift a finger, “I’m

you afraid of spoiling me? If I get used to this, you’ll have to do it all in

than happy.” He pinched my cheek, smiling. “It seems you’re

let me sit still but picked

just ate; let’s move around

I agreed, then suddenly realized something. “Gregory, have you noticed you’ve become

when we were kids. That wasn’t